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32. Dawns gangbang surprise.
It was a for her normal Saturday, her master had sent for her calling on Thursday and instructing her to meet him at 10 am in the centre of the town.
Andy her loving cuck hubby had got her ready; dressed as he had instructed bathed, shaved, and wearing her collar the key of which was in his pocket. In turn she had secured his cock in a cage the key of which she wore on her collar. So far things were just as usual for a Saturday in this household.
Just before she left she tapped a message to me her scribe, knowing that her going to be abused turns me on so very much, like her husband my mind like a cuckold worrying about her until her returned message probably on sometime on Sunday morning. Later she sends me chapter and verse so I can write it up for souls like you dear reader and she and hubby (sometimes for him it`s the only time he gets to know) can relive the experience at leisure!
The taxi collected her; as usual the driver eyeing her collar and her braless thin shirt, under her open jacket asking where too and if she was off to the shops, she laughed and told him “no she was off to be screwed and abused by someone!”
The look he gave her was priceless, but it shut him up and they were soon through the traffic, him dropping her only a few yards from where she was to meet her master. She leant over and paid him as they drove up the last few yards placing the money in his lap, she could feel his stiffy as she did so against the back of her hand so she kissed him lightly and shot him a big smile. As her heels hit the pavement, she suddenly saw her master stood chuckling, breaking into laughter as the car stalled as the driver tried to drive off then restart and drive away still looking shocked.
“Still upsetting the drivers I see, you are a tease and you will pay for that!”
She smiled and he took her hand, first they shopped then coffee, and then they were soon in his car on the way to his house.
About half way unexpectedly he told her to remove her knickers, she did as she was told, not easy in a pencil skirt and a safety belt but she managed, holding them in her hand as proof she had removed them.
They pulled into a farm shop at the roadside, he bought some apples and strawberries then giving her his money told her to pay the man, which she did, the man chatty as they try to be when faced with her 32b`s and dark nipples in a thin shirt, asked if they were “out for a drive,” his eyes not moving from her breasts the nipples fairly stiff and showing clearly through the near opaque cream shirt.
The Master then astounded the man by saying he was “taking her home to tan her arse for teasing!” Then telling the man whose jaw had dropped that she was.”Wearing no knickers and waiting eagerly for a tanning”
He then clipped a lead onto her collar, and had her present the man with her wet thong, before leading her from the still open jawed man back to the motor.
In the mirror they could see the man showing his assistant the thong and pointing at the vanishing car.
Soon they arrived at the home she has come to regard as her dungeon most weekends, she knew not to move and waited till he came round and collected her from her seat. He led her by the dog leash to his door and she stood patiently waiting for him to unlock and switch out the alarm.
She was sent to the toilet, it was done by just a click of his fingers but she knew to strip off her remaining clothes, and as peeing on his floor was just not acceptable she Toileted herself and return to his chair in just high heels and the collar, his lead in her mouth.
He had sat in his favourite chair to await her, his mind flipping through various scenarios, enjoying each idea as it presented itself, savouring each then dismissing most schemes as it was he knew to be a long day for her.
He started with a little bondage; she loved the feeling of helplessness and it reinforced the relationship if he asserted himself sooner rather than later.
Handcuffs appeared she presenting her left wrist first then waiting to see where he would allow her to place her arms. It could be an indicator of his mood, behind her and she knew her breasts would suffer, in front and it would be her arse, whichever she would be suffer exquisite pain. That is why she returned week after week, to receive pain, to be used; she loved it in her own strange way, to be humiliated, used and abused was to her the ultimate sexual turn on.
Her husband loved her dearly and enjoyed the thought of her being someone`s play thing, for him the more used the better but he would neither administer punishment nor from choice watch it delivered, preferring to hear about it and deal with the aftermath.
On occasions the master, who when all was said and done he had found for her, would assert his authority and send for him as well, not to abuse him but to force him, secured to watch her pain, later to lie abed to hear but not see her master having hard and noisy sex with his wife, his most cherished possession. It was his way of reinforcing his authority
To some this would seem alien; to them it is their way of life, their safety valve against the stresses of life.
Master firmly placed her hands behind her and she was near helpless.
The feelings running through her were like a shot of some potent d**g, now she would willingly submit to any mortal thing he wished to do to her; body and soul she was his, no husband, no scribe, no job, now nothing mattered she was just here to serve and enjoy whatever his lurid brain fancied doing to her.
Today he started with her now erect nipple`s, she knelt for him to reach proffering her erect nubs for the bite of the little clamps he kept beside his chair.
The left, first, he adjusted the tiny jaws gripping the little point of the lovely breast until her sharp intake of breath, he left it and moved to the right ,this too was soon just causing her some discomfort, no pain yet, she knew that was to come.
Each in turn he took a turn of the adjuster, each in turn sending her messages of more and then more again of the searing pain she had come to expect.
His eyes searched in hers for the ultimate message that she could take no more. Her face distorting now, as she strove to endure the twin points of agony for him. Her eyes moistened, not tears but oh so close, he added another half turn and then stopped.
Savouring her writhe in pain and enjoying every tiny groan, every small movement of her body and face. He was her master, at this moment she existed only to give him pleasure and if it was at the expense of her nipples so be it.
As if by magic a pair of short sticks appeared in his hand, his eyes locked to hers he began to tap her breasts, playing her already painful breast like a c***d`s drum, alternately gently but firmly. At the beginning it was just another annoyance adding to the pain by the vibration, slowly the remorseless tapping had its effect, and she knew it would first cause the skin to pink, then redness, then the soreness would start and still later real discomfort, pain even, she had walked this path before.
She knew to move would result in a severe caning, and though she didn`t know what lay ahead and would have submitted it was just too early to become savaged.
The demonic drummer kept right on drumming; neither would give the other the satisfaction, of saying enough she would endure, without resorting to the safe word, for him she would probably give her life if he so wished and he knew it. Pink skin turned red, then maroon. Suddenly he stopped, the relief was short but welcome, her knowing the bruised tenderness that would appear on the morrow and the day was young as yet.
He removed first one and then the other of the clamps, blood rushed back the pain as she expected, was extraordinary and she let out a low groan.
He smiled that slow smile of joy he only used when she was in discomfort coming out with the Al Jolson comment: “you ain`t seen nothing yet.”
Until that there had been little spoken between them, he was here to punish her she was here to endure, they knew their roles and there was little to say.
He motioned her to stand, she did and he slid his finger deep into her sex, her reward for keeping so still, she rapidly approached her climax, he withdrew his finger, and shook his head...not yet!
Frustration boiled within her body, just a few seconds more and she would have been there, she knew though, as he knew, it was all part of the game.
He led her into his large cool kitchen, His cane in his hand, she took her place at the table end and bent forward without being told, moving her hands to give a clear target. She waited, knowing what was to come, he loved that cane and it loved marking her arse, they had met together on many occasions.
WHACK the stripe landed and she flinched a little and let out a small scream a second followed then a third, each with the same result each raising the sound a decibel.
He released her hands and she was allowed to make a sandwich apiece and brew coffee, his eyes never leaving her striped butt. They sat at the table she had so recently laid upon. Her arse smarting as she sat, his smile saying he knew of her discomfort.
She had been in a state of turmoil since Thursday when he had summonsed her, it was always the same he told her what to wear, the time and where to meet always calculated to cause her maximum humiliation and he told her nothing more, it was always a surprise.
She had been with him perhaps four hours now, she had shopped, been humiliated, clamped, fingered and caned and still not been allowed a climax. Frustration brewed within her whole frame she was desperate for release and he knew it.
They conversed about the weather, traffic her hubby, her mother`s health, anything but the sex she so craved.
The meal over rest of the afternoon stretched ahead, he took her to the bedroom and he secured her spread-eagled on the bed, short ropes doing the job and her laying passively as he tied her down,
He played with her nipples and finally her clit he even kissed her, teasing her, fetching her to the brink then switching tack each time. She began to beg release; he smiled that sadistic slow smile of his.
Finally as if doing her the greatest favour on earth, he eased his cock into her, slowly, tenderly even, daring her to start to move first. She knew better than that she lay still feeling him enter her body, his cock as if of hot iron slid deep and then at full depth lay inside her. She wanted to hold him close but the bonds rendered her helpless, and though that was what bondage was about she knew she could do little to speed the outcome.
Her internal muscles began to grip then ease round the hot rod now her only way of communicating.
Deep inside her, slowly tantalisingly he started his movements, whispering she was “to wait till he finished before she came or he would see her sorry.”
Desperately now she tried to stave off the climax her body so urgently needed. He was speeding up, “please, oh please!” She cried in his ear, he ignored her please, increasing his speed just enough to tease her some more, she called him everything but darling, as she tried so very hard to resist the urge to come, lips being chewed, ropes biting into her flesh with the strain, every fibre of her body desperately stressed.
Suddenly he began to groan, his hot seed flooding deep in her body accompanied by a loud deep groan. She knew she could join him at last, and like a waterfall the climax took her to Shangri-La, with a loud scream her ears ringing, in a heart thumping breath gasping flood she came, then slumped down on the soft bed, collapsed, his body heavy on her`s his tool softening a little, his breath hard, telling of the frustration he too had had. After a while there followed a repeat performance, not as intense that is true, but still with passion and deep penetration.
They dozed, showered together then dressed for an evening out.
Still in her now damp collar, she looked a picture in black, the smooth deep cleavage dress, covering the uplifted lacy bra, showing off her tits to perfection and the smooth tiny lace knickers he had picked for her from her wardrobe in his room leaving just a hint of a line.
A short taxi ride took them to a his favourite restaurant and a lovely meal,
Next it was a short walk to a club; he told her she was to drink little so she knew whatever he had planned was not water-sports. They danced, and then he sat while young men, having seen her collar and knowing the significance approached him asking to dance with her and each being told he may if he groped her as well.
She unknowing that, danced first with one young man then another, then a third, fourth and fifth each having asked her master, then as they danced each groping her arse, which caused her some discomfort due to her stripes or having a one handed feel of her tits.
She again knew not to complain, though she didn’t realise he was orchestrating the game.
The time was well after midnight by the time another taxi whisked them back to his place. On the way he said “she had flaunted herself with the men,” the drivers ears picked up, as he told her “she was to suffer for that,” and even in the dim interior light that driver in his mirror saw him grip her nipples, her reply of “yes master please” causing a raised eyebrow. The master paid walked round the motor clipped her lead on then led her to the door in full view of the open mouthed driver. She stood in his headlight beam waiting for the master to open the door, and then as the door opened she was led into the house. The driver drove off missing the gate by just millimetres.
Again there was the usual charade of removing clothes and toileting, before finding him sat in the living room. A glance at the clock said it was one A M.
In the centre of the room stood a low coffee table she had met it many times before, she knew it meant the day was not over yet.
He nodded, she knelt and he attached cuffs to her wrists, and then made her lean forward till her breasts felt the cold marble surface of the table, instantly her nipples hardened as she lay expectant of a whipping..
His hands gently took each hand, clips secured her arms to the solidly built table filigree and she was secure once more. The helpless feeling overtook her again, short straps now appeared and her knees were secured to the other table legs.
He appeared in her vision, waving a paddle and saying she had had such a good time this evening with other men that he intended by Monday morning she would require a cushion at her work,
He went on to ask if she had ever suffered sensory deprivation, her head shake was enough and he started by slipping an O gag into her mouth, not that she would have objected, but she was in no position to argue when next came an ‘I’ player. He turning it on fairly loudly and slipping the plugs into her ears. Her world filled with sound, as finally the blindfold, a sleeping mask, was fitted, its straps holding in the sound plugs so she could not even shake them loose.
Her whole world became noisy, enclosed and a world of feeling, and smell alone. The music was modern noisy and without words.
It was a strange feeling to be locked into your own body, unable to make contact with other humans, her master, or her world, like someone in a c***.
She awaited the first blow, but he knew his trade, and now stood watching her, making her wait. Time passed, it may have been seconds or minutes even, she had no way of knowing. An eternity it seems slid past, her mind trying to think over the noise in her ears, her head, and her world.
The stroke when it arrived was magnified hugely, if she had been able to see or hear it coming it would have been a flee bite on her backside like this it was mega.
To Dawn it broke upon her like an unexpected wave, the already painful stripes adding to the impact, she grunted, unable to scream with the gag, her dribble dripping onto the coffee table edge though she didn’t of course know it, it would not be all that stained this carpet today.
There were subsequent strokes, perhaps a dozen, at irregular times the paddle struck, the pain now at a level she could cope with but only just. Then nothing, time passed, her mind turning to mush, all senses spinning now, mind trying to make sense of the position, how long she had been there? The tabletop warm now so it had been some time. Knees beginning to ache a little, be quiet music cant think, where are you master, do something, panic had he dropped dead or something, do something, anything.
Time still went away, the noisy silence oppressive, nothing to be done; headlines would read man found dead beside mentally deranged slut in bondage.
Her sex was dripping, she was excited, worried, even terrified all in one.
Suddenly she felt the tip of a penis touching her sex, god she was relieved he was ok. The tool slid into her, filling her. Good while he screwed he could not use her arse for more punishment; she might get a climax from him. Please turn off this music.
Something not right the cocks not masters, that`s not his style at all, who the hell...
She was being fucked and had no idea by whom; though she knew the master wouldn’t have just anyone have her, she was happy to fuck for him. Excited now enjoy the fuck. The cock doing the business now stopped and was removed. Come back, sodden ring gag, bloody music; she wished him, whoever he was to remount her but had no way of telling the man so.
That coffee table is just high enough to allow someone to lay under it, she felt the table move and vibrate, then the cock slip upwards into her slit. There was a little settling of his hips perhaps on a cushion like the last time with her master.
It was then she felt the second cock.
Double penetration, wow, and to music, the cock slid into her arse, fantastic feelings emanated from the invaded rectum, she would have screamed as the invader stretched her, luckily she loves anal and this was wonderful if painful as the two cocks began to move not in sequence and she began to grunt. This was fantastic, grunts turning to a moan of enjoyment long and low that music forgotten now, the ring in her teeth blowing and sucking air into her heavily working lungs.
Her mind now working a little on the identity of the assailants, though the sexual excitement and the music was making the thought process hard.
It was then the third cock, slid through the O gag.
Never before had she had three cocks in her body at once and she had no clue as to who at least two were.
The three thrust each at their own speed her body invaded from every direction, her breathing through her nose, the one now deep in her backside finished first flooding her very bowel, the second spewed his flood into her mouth but the third, the first to have mounted her struggled on for some time before joining the rest discharging deep in her womb.
She climaxed with each mans fill, her knees forgotten, the music as well.
Someone removed the music, her hearing returned, the men were talking.
One asked if she lost the gag would she bite, she shook her head, still unable to speak or see.
The gag was removed and she worked her stiff jaw, her mouth still tasting of one of the men`s semen, she swallowed the remains. One voice from behind her said she was a real slut, and could she be able to stand it if they each go again?” she heard the master`s voice saying “they were welcome and she would do as she was told but to use no names lads, she will then never know who you are.”
The voice hissed in her ear that “she was going to get screwed again bitch get ready?”
She nodded, the master telling her to “speak up!”
She replied “yes please sir”
The reply being “did she want it up her arse or her fanny?” she said “she didn’t care it was his choice she just wanted filling either way!”
Within seconds her arse was being rammed again, savagely and hard the cock skewered her guts, a second was offered to her lips, she sucked it deep into her throat, she believed that was her master, but by now she had no certainty,
The third man slid his hand under her and squeezed her nipple dragging it to her left side squeezing her nub between his thumb and forefinger fiercely.
She began to scream round the tool in her mouth from the pain and the men laughed, the one in her backside egged on by her scream cumming again.
Places were swapped, her mouth filled again and before she could swallow she had a replacement this one tasting faintly of her own shit.
The nipple pincher was groping for her other tit, he lay on her back, a hand on either side, his cock slipping into her wide reamed arse the breast meat grasped like handholds on either side of her, she would have screamed as he came and gripped her tighter but her mouth was full at the time and she only managed a gurgle through the full orifice.
That excited them again, all three cocks next, they filled her, once more thrusting and pumping each man not wishing to be seen lagging they took her again and again, combinations of twos and threes, as she struggled to breath, they told her she was a total slut, a whore, a cum bucket, swallowing as much as she could, cum dribbling from her sex and from her backside, open wide now and full she knew they were right.
Suddenly it was over. The men had emptied their balls in her, the two were dry, they hadn’t had the training her master had had with her.
Clothes being put on, they thanked her, saying she was an; “a wonderful fuck” and an “ace shag!”
Doors closed the still anonymous men gone; master removed the blindfold, standing looking at her wrecked body. Smiling down at her, still secured in place.
Her head resting on the table, edge, cum dripping on the carpet, from both ends, her eyes blinking against the light, he knew she was feeling used, he knew she loved that and her tired smile showed her happiness.
He kissed her used lips, and released first her legs then her wrists, she was unable to stand, for a while sitting on the floor getting back her senses.
He asked if she had enjoyed it and she smiled silently nodding, the clock read three am, as he helped her up and on wobbly legs they mounted the stairs. She was going to shower but he forbade her, taking her to his bed, and again making love gently for the next quarter of an hour, his victim being a limp near u*********s recipient of his final load.
Later he would feed her, though this time not bathe her, sending her cum-stained, exhausted smelly body back to her husband a token of his mastery.
He would send her by pre-paid taxi back to her home dressed just in her skirt and blouse and the collar, his collar. That driver would ogle her all the way and he knew, at her home the man would help her to her door getting a crafty grope and handing her to her husband.
She knew not of the men`s identity, though perhaps she could tell by their voices he doubted it, and forever now she would wonder if the man sitting opposite on the bus or in the shop had been deep in her body.
Hubby in turn would see to her, helping her to return to the real world, she would tell him as much or little as she felt he deserved sometimes it was these stories till he found out what had occurred, his mind in turmoil...
Latter she would tap out another message to her scribe and if her hubby was lucky remove his cage, another weekend would be over.
All that remained was now for the scribe to write his story and to wait patiently till she was called yet again.
It was a for her normal Saturday, her master had sent for her calling on Thursday and instructing her to meet him at 10 am in the centre of the town.
Andy her loving cuck hubby had got her ready; dressed as he had instructed bathed, shaved, and wearing her collar the key of which was in his pocket. In turn she had secured his cock in a cage the key of which she wore on her collar. So far things were just as usual for a Saturday in this household.
Just before she left she tapped a message to me her scribe, knowing that her going to be abused turns me on so very much, like her husband my mind like a cuckold worrying about her until her returned message probably on sometime on Sunday morning. Later she sends me chapter and verse so I can write it up for souls like you dear reader and she and hubby (sometimes for him it`s the only time he gets to know) can relive the experience at leisure!
The taxi collected her; as usual the driver eyeing her collar and her braless thin shirt, under her open jacket asking where too and if she was off to the shops, she laughed and told him “no she was off to be screwed and abused by someone!”
The look he gave her was priceless, but it shut him up and they were soon through the traffic, him dropping her only a few yards from where she was to meet her master. She leant over and paid him as they drove up the last few yards placing the money in his lap, she could feel his stiffy as she did so against the back of her hand so she kissed him lightly and shot him a big smile. As her heels hit the pavement, she suddenly saw her master stood chuckling, breaking into laughter as the car stalled as the driver tried to drive off then restart and drive away still looking shocked.
“Still upsetting the drivers I see, you are a tease and you will pay for that!”
She smiled and he took her hand, first they shopped then coffee, and then they were soon in his car on the way to his house.
About half way unexpectedly he told her to remove her knickers, she did as she was told, not easy in a pencil skirt and a safety belt but she managed, holding them in her hand as proof she had removed them.
They pulled into a farm shop at the roadside, he bought some apples and strawberries then giving her his money told her to pay the man, which she did, the man chatty as they try to be when faced with her 32b`s and dark nipples in a thin shirt, asked if they were “out for a drive,” his eyes not moving from her breasts the nipples fairly stiff and showing clearly through the near opaque cream shirt.
The Master then astounded the man by saying he was “taking her home to tan her arse for teasing!” Then telling the man whose jaw had dropped that she was.”Wearing no knickers and waiting eagerly for a tanning”
He then clipped a lead onto her collar, and had her present the man with her wet thong, before leading her from the still open jawed man back to the motor.
In the mirror they could see the man showing his assistant the thong and pointing at the vanishing car.
Soon they arrived at the home she has come to regard as her dungeon most weekends, she knew not to move and waited till he came round and collected her from her seat. He led her by the dog leash to his door and she stood patiently waiting for him to unlock and switch out the alarm.
She was sent to the toilet, it was done by just a click of his fingers but she knew to strip off her remaining clothes, and as peeing on his floor was just not acceptable she Toileted herself and return to his chair in just high heels and the collar, his lead in her mouth.
He had sat in his favourite chair to await her, his mind flipping through various scenarios, enjoying each idea as it presented itself, savouring each then dismissing most schemes as it was he knew to be a long day for her.
He started with a little bondage; she loved the feeling of helplessness and it reinforced the relationship if he asserted himself sooner rather than later.
Handcuffs appeared she presenting her left wrist first then waiting to see where he would allow her to place her arms. It could be an indicator of his mood, behind her and she knew her breasts would suffer, in front and it would be her arse, whichever she would be suffer exquisite pain. That is why she returned week after week, to receive pain, to be used; she loved it in her own strange way, to be humiliated, used and abused was to her the ultimate sexual turn on.
Her husband loved her dearly and enjoyed the thought of her being someone`s play thing, for him the more used the better but he would neither administer punishment nor from choice watch it delivered, preferring to hear about it and deal with the aftermath.
On occasions the master, who when all was said and done he had found for her, would assert his authority and send for him as well, not to abuse him but to force him, secured to watch her pain, later to lie abed to hear but not see her master having hard and noisy sex with his wife, his most cherished possession. It was his way of reinforcing his authority
To some this would seem alien; to them it is their way of life, their safety valve against the stresses of life.
Master firmly placed her hands behind her and she was near helpless.
The feelings running through her were like a shot of some potent d**g, now she would willingly submit to any mortal thing he wished to do to her; body and soul she was his, no husband, no scribe, no job, now nothing mattered she was just here to serve and enjoy whatever his lurid brain fancied doing to her.
Today he started with her now erect nipple`s, she knelt for him to reach proffering her erect nubs for the bite of the little clamps he kept beside his chair.
The left, first, he adjusted the tiny jaws gripping the little point of the lovely breast until her sharp intake of breath, he left it and moved to the right ,this too was soon just causing her some discomfort, no pain yet, she knew that was to come.
Each in turn he took a turn of the adjuster, each in turn sending her messages of more and then more again of the searing pain she had come to expect.
His eyes searched in hers for the ultimate message that she could take no more. Her face distorting now, as she strove to endure the twin points of agony for him. Her eyes moistened, not tears but oh so close, he added another half turn and then stopped.
Savouring her writhe in pain and enjoying every tiny groan, every small movement of her body and face. He was her master, at this moment she existed only to give him pleasure and if it was at the expense of her nipples so be it.
As if by magic a pair of short sticks appeared in his hand, his eyes locked to hers he began to tap her breasts, playing her already painful breast like a c***d`s drum, alternately gently but firmly. At the beginning it was just another annoyance adding to the pain by the vibration, slowly the remorseless tapping had its effect, and she knew it would first cause the skin to pink, then redness, then the soreness would start and still later real discomfort, pain even, she had walked this path before.
She knew to move would result in a severe caning, and though she didn`t know what lay ahead and would have submitted it was just too early to become savaged.
The demonic drummer kept right on drumming; neither would give the other the satisfaction, of saying enough she would endure, without resorting to the safe word, for him she would probably give her life if he so wished and he knew it. Pink skin turned red, then maroon. Suddenly he stopped, the relief was short but welcome, her knowing the bruised tenderness that would appear on the morrow and the day was young as yet.
He removed first one and then the other of the clamps, blood rushed back the pain as she expected, was extraordinary and she let out a low groan.
He smiled that slow smile of joy he only used when she was in discomfort coming out with the Al Jolson comment: “you ain`t seen nothing yet.”
Until that there had been little spoken between them, he was here to punish her she was here to endure, they knew their roles and there was little to say.
He motioned her to stand, she did and he slid his finger deep into her sex, her reward for keeping so still, she rapidly approached her climax, he withdrew his finger, and shook his head...not yet!
Frustration boiled within her body, just a few seconds more and she would have been there, she knew though, as he knew, it was all part of the game.
He led her into his large cool kitchen, His cane in his hand, she took her place at the table end and bent forward without being told, moving her hands to give a clear target. She waited, knowing what was to come, he loved that cane and it loved marking her arse, they had met together on many occasions.
WHACK the stripe landed and she flinched a little and let out a small scream a second followed then a third, each with the same result each raising the sound a decibel.
He released her hands and she was allowed to make a sandwich apiece and brew coffee, his eyes never leaving her striped butt. They sat at the table she had so recently laid upon. Her arse smarting as she sat, his smile saying he knew of her discomfort.
She had been in a state of turmoil since Thursday when he had summonsed her, it was always the same he told her what to wear, the time and where to meet always calculated to cause her maximum humiliation and he told her nothing more, it was always a surprise.
She had been with him perhaps four hours now, she had shopped, been humiliated, clamped, fingered and caned and still not been allowed a climax. Frustration brewed within her whole frame she was desperate for release and he knew it.
They conversed about the weather, traffic her hubby, her mother`s health, anything but the sex she so craved.
The meal over rest of the afternoon stretched ahead, he took her to the bedroom and he secured her spread-eagled on the bed, short ropes doing the job and her laying passively as he tied her down,
He played with her nipples and finally her clit he even kissed her, teasing her, fetching her to the brink then switching tack each time. She began to beg release; he smiled that sadistic slow smile of his.
Finally as if doing her the greatest favour on earth, he eased his cock into her, slowly, tenderly even, daring her to start to move first. She knew better than that she lay still feeling him enter her body, his cock as if of hot iron slid deep and then at full depth lay inside her. She wanted to hold him close but the bonds rendered her helpless, and though that was what bondage was about she knew she could do little to speed the outcome.
Her internal muscles began to grip then ease round the hot rod now her only way of communicating.
Deep inside her, slowly tantalisingly he started his movements, whispering she was “to wait till he finished before she came or he would see her sorry.”
Desperately now she tried to stave off the climax her body so urgently needed. He was speeding up, “please, oh please!” She cried in his ear, he ignored her please, increasing his speed just enough to tease her some more, she called him everything but darling, as she tried so very hard to resist the urge to come, lips being chewed, ropes biting into her flesh with the strain, every fibre of her body desperately stressed.
Suddenly he began to groan, his hot seed flooding deep in her body accompanied by a loud deep groan. She knew she could join him at last, and like a waterfall the climax took her to Shangri-La, with a loud scream her ears ringing, in a heart thumping breath gasping flood she came, then slumped down on the soft bed, collapsed, his body heavy on her`s his tool softening a little, his breath hard, telling of the frustration he too had had. After a while there followed a repeat performance, not as intense that is true, but still with passion and deep penetration.
They dozed, showered together then dressed for an evening out.
Still in her now damp collar, she looked a picture in black, the smooth deep cleavage dress, covering the uplifted lacy bra, showing off her tits to perfection and the smooth tiny lace knickers he had picked for her from her wardrobe in his room leaving just a hint of a line.
A short taxi ride took them to a his favourite restaurant and a lovely meal,
Next it was a short walk to a club; he told her she was to drink little so she knew whatever he had planned was not water-sports. They danced, and then he sat while young men, having seen her collar and knowing the significance approached him asking to dance with her and each being told he may if he groped her as well.
She unknowing that, danced first with one young man then another, then a third, fourth and fifth each having asked her master, then as they danced each groping her arse, which caused her some discomfort due to her stripes or having a one handed feel of her tits.
She again knew not to complain, though she didn’t realise he was orchestrating the game.
The time was well after midnight by the time another taxi whisked them back to his place. On the way he said “she had flaunted herself with the men,” the drivers ears picked up, as he told her “she was to suffer for that,” and even in the dim interior light that driver in his mirror saw him grip her nipples, her reply of “yes master please” causing a raised eyebrow. The master paid walked round the motor clipped her lead on then led her to the door in full view of the open mouthed driver. She stood in his headlight beam waiting for the master to open the door, and then as the door opened she was led into the house. The driver drove off missing the gate by just millimetres.
Again there was the usual charade of removing clothes and toileting, before finding him sat in the living room. A glance at the clock said it was one A M.
In the centre of the room stood a low coffee table she had met it many times before, she knew it meant the day was not over yet.
He nodded, she knelt and he attached cuffs to her wrists, and then made her lean forward till her breasts felt the cold marble surface of the table, instantly her nipples hardened as she lay expectant of a whipping..
His hands gently took each hand, clips secured her arms to the solidly built table filigree and she was secure once more. The helpless feeling overtook her again, short straps now appeared and her knees were secured to the other table legs.
He appeared in her vision, waving a paddle and saying she had had such a good time this evening with other men that he intended by Monday morning she would require a cushion at her work,
He went on to ask if she had ever suffered sensory deprivation, her head shake was enough and he started by slipping an O gag into her mouth, not that she would have objected, but she was in no position to argue when next came an ‘I’ player. He turning it on fairly loudly and slipping the plugs into her ears. Her world filled with sound, as finally the blindfold, a sleeping mask, was fitted, its straps holding in the sound plugs so she could not even shake them loose.
Her whole world became noisy, enclosed and a world of feeling, and smell alone. The music was modern noisy and without words.
It was a strange feeling to be locked into your own body, unable to make contact with other humans, her master, or her world, like someone in a c***.
She awaited the first blow, but he knew his trade, and now stood watching her, making her wait. Time passed, it may have been seconds or minutes even, she had no way of knowing. An eternity it seems slid past, her mind trying to think over the noise in her ears, her head, and her world.
The stroke when it arrived was magnified hugely, if she had been able to see or hear it coming it would have been a flee bite on her backside like this it was mega.
To Dawn it broke upon her like an unexpected wave, the already painful stripes adding to the impact, she grunted, unable to scream with the gag, her dribble dripping onto the coffee table edge though she didn’t of course know it, it would not be all that stained this carpet today.
There were subsequent strokes, perhaps a dozen, at irregular times the paddle struck, the pain now at a level she could cope with but only just. Then nothing, time passed, her mind turning to mush, all senses spinning now, mind trying to make sense of the position, how long she had been there? The tabletop warm now so it had been some time. Knees beginning to ache a little, be quiet music cant think, where are you master, do something, panic had he dropped dead or something, do something, anything.
Time still went away, the noisy silence oppressive, nothing to be done; headlines would read man found dead beside mentally deranged slut in bondage.
Her sex was dripping, she was excited, worried, even terrified all in one.
Suddenly she felt the tip of a penis touching her sex, god she was relieved he was ok. The tool slid into her, filling her. Good while he screwed he could not use her arse for more punishment; she might get a climax from him. Please turn off this music.
Something not right the cocks not masters, that`s not his style at all, who the hell...
She was being fucked and had no idea by whom; though she knew the master wouldn’t have just anyone have her, she was happy to fuck for him. Excited now enjoy the fuck. The cock doing the business now stopped and was removed. Come back, sodden ring gag, bloody music; she wished him, whoever he was to remount her but had no way of telling the man so.
That coffee table is just high enough to allow someone to lay under it, she felt the table move and vibrate, then the cock slip upwards into her slit. There was a little settling of his hips perhaps on a cushion like the last time with her master.
It was then she felt the second cock.
Double penetration, wow, and to music, the cock slid into her arse, fantastic feelings emanated from the invaded rectum, she would have screamed as the invader stretched her, luckily she loves anal and this was wonderful if painful as the two cocks began to move not in sequence and she began to grunt. This was fantastic, grunts turning to a moan of enjoyment long and low that music forgotten now, the ring in her teeth blowing and sucking air into her heavily working lungs.
Her mind now working a little on the identity of the assailants, though the sexual excitement and the music was making the thought process hard.
It was then the third cock, slid through the O gag.
Never before had she had three cocks in her body at once and she had no clue as to who at least two were.
The three thrust each at their own speed her body invaded from every direction, her breathing through her nose, the one now deep in her backside finished first flooding her very bowel, the second spewed his flood into her mouth but the third, the first to have mounted her struggled on for some time before joining the rest discharging deep in her womb.
She climaxed with each mans fill, her knees forgotten, the music as well.
Someone removed the music, her hearing returned, the men were talking.
One asked if she lost the gag would she bite, she shook her head, still unable to speak or see.
The gag was removed and she worked her stiff jaw, her mouth still tasting of one of the men`s semen, she swallowed the remains. One voice from behind her said she was a real slut, and could she be able to stand it if they each go again?” she heard the master`s voice saying “they were welcome and she would do as she was told but to use no names lads, she will then never know who you are.”
The voice hissed in her ear that “she was going to get screwed again bitch get ready?”
She nodded, the master telling her to “speak up!”
She replied “yes please sir”
The reply being “did she want it up her arse or her fanny?” she said “she didn’t care it was his choice she just wanted filling either way!”
Within seconds her arse was being rammed again, savagely and hard the cock skewered her guts, a second was offered to her lips, she sucked it deep into her throat, she believed that was her master, but by now she had no certainty,
The third man slid his hand under her and squeezed her nipple dragging it to her left side squeezing her nub between his thumb and forefinger fiercely.
She began to scream round the tool in her mouth from the pain and the men laughed, the one in her backside egged on by her scream cumming again.
Places were swapped, her mouth filled again and before she could swallow she had a replacement this one tasting faintly of her own shit.
The nipple pincher was groping for her other tit, he lay on her back, a hand on either side, his cock slipping into her wide reamed arse the breast meat grasped like handholds on either side of her, she would have screamed as he came and gripped her tighter but her mouth was full at the time and she only managed a gurgle through the full orifice.
That excited them again, all three cocks next, they filled her, once more thrusting and pumping each man not wishing to be seen lagging they took her again and again, combinations of twos and threes, as she struggled to breath, they told her she was a total slut, a whore, a cum bucket, swallowing as much as she could, cum dribbling from her sex and from her backside, open wide now and full she knew they were right.
Suddenly it was over. The men had emptied their balls in her, the two were dry, they hadn’t had the training her master had had with her.
Clothes being put on, they thanked her, saying she was an; “a wonderful fuck” and an “ace shag!”
Doors closed the still anonymous men gone; master removed the blindfold, standing looking at her wrecked body. Smiling down at her, still secured in place.
Her head resting on the table, edge, cum dripping on the carpet, from both ends, her eyes blinking against the light, he knew she was feeling used, he knew she loved that and her tired smile showed her happiness.
He kissed her used lips, and released first her legs then her wrists, she was unable to stand, for a while sitting on the floor getting back her senses.
He asked if she had enjoyed it and she smiled silently nodding, the clock read three am, as he helped her up and on wobbly legs they mounted the stairs. She was going to shower but he forbade her, taking her to his bed, and again making love gently for the next quarter of an hour, his victim being a limp near u*********s recipient of his final load.
Later he would feed her, though this time not bathe her, sending her cum-stained, exhausted smelly body back to her husband a token of his mastery.
He would send her by pre-paid taxi back to her home dressed just in her skirt and blouse and the collar, his collar. That driver would ogle her all the way and he knew, at her home the man would help her to her door getting a crafty grope and handing her to her husband.
She knew not of the men`s identity, though perhaps she could tell by their voices he doubted it, and forever now she would wonder if the man sitting opposite on the bus or in the shop had been deep in her body.
Hubby in turn would see to her, helping her to return to the real world, she would tell him as much or little as she felt he deserved sometimes it was these stories till he found out what had occurred, his mind in turmoil...
Latter she would tap out another message to her scribe and if her hubby was lucky remove his cage, another weekend would be over.
All that remained was now for the scribe to write his story and to wait patiently till she was called yet again.
Bree
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